[The Amazonian with the mismatched, glowing optics was staring with just as much piqued curiosity back as the man approached. Because just as foreign as she must have appeared to someone from his particular time period, the plague doctor’s appearance was just as equally startling for Rabbit to see in this modern age of barred midriffs and jeggigs, especially after something as disorienting as a plane crash. That dark, cumbersome robe looking like something straight out of a Disney movie (something a villain would totes wear, btw), the wide brim of his hat casting just enough shadow to obscure the stranger's questionable appearance, and then there was that long beaked mask….
The conclusion was all too easy for Rabbit to make as the gears ticked around in her head.
A bird. She was conversing with a giant, talking bird.
….Birds had finally advanced enough to sail ships. They were evolving too fast. They were going to take over. They must be stopped at all cost.
Luckily for Malkus, his reply to her came just in time before Rabbit was about to rev up her flamethrower and properly eliminate this new menacing species of avian, that unfamiliar, stammering voice enough to throw the ‘bot off of her train of thought completely. He was safe. For now.]
Only c-carries one plane? [Rabbit moved closer, sunlight flashing off of copper as she stomped through the sand nearer to the stranded boat and man, just so she could lean in and give the masked human a closer look.] Well, if it’s a g-g-good plane, ya only need one anyway! Where’s it at? [A skinny arm poked out at the man’s chest. Peter A. Walter was no doubt rolling in his grave from his eldest’s lack of social etiquette .] In yer r-r-robe?
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The conclusion was all too easy for Rabbit to make as the gears ticked around in her head.
A bird. She was conversing with a giant, talking bird.
….Birds had finally advanced enough to sail ships. They were evolving too fast. They were going to take over. They must be stopped at all cost.
Luckily for Malkus, his reply to her came just in time before Rabbit was about to rev up her flamethrower and properly eliminate this new menacing species of avian, that unfamiliar, stammering voice enough to throw the ‘bot off of her train of thought completely. He was safe. For now.]
Only c-carries one plane? [Rabbit moved closer, sunlight flashing off of copper as she stomped through the sand nearer to the stranded boat and man, just so she could lean in and give the masked human a closer look.] Well, if it’s a g-g-good plane, ya only need one anyway! Where’s it at? [A skinny arm poked out at the man’s chest. Peter A. Walter was no doubt rolling in his grave from his eldest’s lack of social etiquette .] In yer r-r-robe?